Let Me Blow Ya Mind
:::Chapter Eleven:::
:::Lady Macbeth:::
"Do you think we should wake her up?"
"Nah, let's let her sleep. She's had enough."
"Yeah, good plan."
"Yeah, we'll let her sleep as long as she needs, then she can wake up and eat!"
"God, Yamazaki, is food all you can think about?"
"Hey, I haven't eaten in a week!"
"Why, didja tick off Chiharu again?"
"How do you know about the again part?"
"Naoko is the gossip queen."
"Damnit. She's going to pay."
"How…?"
"In cash!"
-_-;
Sakura could hear the voices whispering. She opened her eyes, but didn't move, as she gathered in her surroundings. She was on a couch in a sunny room. It appeared to be just after dawn, and the lacy curtains blew around the open windows. The breeze brought in the scent of salt.
Terada, Eriol, Houji, and Yamazaki were all standing around, Terada indian style on the floor, Houji standing by the mantel, leaning up against the wall, legs crossed, Yamazaki on the arm of a cushioned chair, and Eriol was standing at the window, the sunlight reflecting off his glasses, arms crossed, tall and silent, staring at her. She swallowed. He smiled, and Yamazaki followed his gaze over to Sakura.
"Well, it looks as though sleeping beauty is awake!" Yamazaki announced. Terada looked at her over his shoulder and offered a small grin, and Houji frowned. Sakura blushed, and sat up.
"How long was I asleep?"
"All through the car ride, which was all night." Terada replied, stretching out his legs. Eriol shifted his weight to his other foot, and ran a hand through his hair.
"Where are we?" She asked Yamazaki. "I mean, I know we're at your parents' summer house… but I mean, where?"
"Somewhere."
"Where?"
"Not Tomoeda."
"Just answer the freaking question!" Houji snapped. Terada eyed him suspiciously, and Eriol laughed. Yamazaki mock-glared at Houji, and turned back to Sakura.
"The countryside. But I can't tell you anything else." He replied, smiling warmly. Houji rolled his eyes and walked onto the porch, muttering something inappropriate. Terada followed him and Eriol walked into the kitchen. Yamazaki helped her up off the couch. "You want something to eat?"
"…No-"
"Of course you do!" He chirped, dragging her into the kitchen. Eriol was already making eggs.
"Wow, I didn't know you could cook!" Sakura said, staring at Eriol. He looked at her, and shrugged.
"Nakuru taught me a while ago." He said quietly. Yamazaki looked down at the floor. Sakura held her tears at bay, and was reminded of Nakuru's cheerful letters, her warm smile, and her incessant chatter.
And, of course all this led to Syaoran.
"Hello?! Anybody home?!" Yamazaki yelled into Sakura's ear. She jumped, and blushed.
"Sorry. Just thinking." She said quickly. Eriol smiled, and Yamazaki sighed, scratching the back of his head.
"See, it's that thinking stuff that gets ya in trouble. I mean, what if a massive meteor was headed right for this very house, and Sakura was just standing here all alone, thinking when it happened?!"
"I don't think that's rig-" Eriol started, and Sakura shivered, realizing that this scenario could come true!
Terada stormed into the kitchen.
"Welcome to the land of the living," Yamazaki said jokingly. Terada shrugged.
"What's for breakfast?"
***
"So we'll split the inheritance like this: since I've obviously done more, I get 75%. You get the last 25%." Said Meiling. Kaho stood up, her eyes wild like fire.
"No way! I get 80%, and you get the last 20%! I'm the one who's been attempting to kill Sakura!"
"But have any of your attempts ever worked?"
"It's the effort! What did you do?"
"Plan this whole idea. Research Sakura's background. Capture my old love, and beat him nearly to his death. I'm like the Lady Macbeth of this whole scheme. You're a wimp, and nature's going to come back at ya three fold." Meiling replied curtly. Kaho sneered.
"You know what happened to Lady Macbeth?"
"Of course. But for me, it's going to be different. There won't be any guilt, because Sakura obviously doesn't deserve the inheritance. She'll use it in stupid ways, like donating it to charity, or something."
"Don't be so sure. Soon you'll start seeing blood on your hands that you can't wash off. You've already killed Nakuru; who's next Lady Macbeth? Who's next?"
"Go away!" Meiling shrieked, running out of the tiny room they shared. Kaho laughed.
"Well who's next, Lady Macbeth? Who is next?" She asked the slammed shut door. She cackled, and flopped on her bed.
~*~
The steaming water burned her hands, but it didn't affect the splotch of blood spreading over her hands more and more…
~*~
It was bright room, painted in pale yellow. There were baby blue curtains, and the same for the quilt, and rug. The toss pillows were alternated in blue and yellow, and the bed frame and bureau were white. Sakura clapped.
"It's beautiful!" She exclaimed. Houji rolled his eyes, Terada fought a grin, Eriol smiled, and Yamazaki sighed.
"It was my room-" He started, but Houji cut in, laughing.
"God, you are such a fag!" He yelled. Yamazaki scowled.
"It was my room when I was an infant." He finished. Houji stopped laughing and shrugged. Terada snorted at Houji, Yamazaki turned back to Sakura, and Eriol eyed Houji.
"Aw, you must have been just adorable!" Sakura squealed. Yamazaki laughed, going pink.
"Ya think so?"
~*~
It had been hard work, trying to escape from that hellhole. Syaoran was sweaty, dirty, and exhausted. The dirt had actually seemed to become one with his skin, and his black tee shirt had loosened. That or he had lost weight. He wasn't as muscular. He couldn't wait to go back to Tomoeda and find Sakura. Then, if she still loved him, they'd get married, and run away together…
These thoughts floated through Syaoran's head as he climbed away from the cellar window, and out into the air. However, once he reached the outside, the humidity pressed against him even more. A number of different smells wafted by, and he looked around.
"I'm in the frickin' jungle?!"
~*~
It was late afternoon. Yamazaki was outside on the porch, napping in a hammock. Houji was in the backyard, practicing his martial arts. Terada was in the living room, meditating. Eriol was in his room, reading a book.
And here she was, sitting on her bed. Yamazaki had taken her on a tour of the whole house. Houji and Terada shared a room. Yamazaki slept in the spare bedroom, and Eriol slept in Yamazaki's brother's old room. Despite the fact that Eriol wasn't in love with her anymore, she couldn't help but feel suspicious about how Eriol's room was connected to hers. Not next to it, but connected. It might have been a mistake, but… There was one bathroom, and the attic was through a door in Sakura's closet, should there be any problems. It was quite the pretty house, all decorated in pastels and very sunny.
Sakura looked at the light green box in her hands. She pulled the light green ribbon away, tore off the paper, and lifted the lid.
Inside was a small folded note in pink perfumed paper. Sakura unfolded the note, and gasped.
Sakura chan-
I've always known that the day would come when I'd die, and couldn't provide any more information on Syaoran for you. I saw something in a dream, about three roses. I also saw that you've had this vision. Don't lose hope; it could be just a warning to be careful.
There was a fourth rose. It was blue. Be careful Sakura. I know who this blue rose is; it's not Meiling or Kaho. This blue rose is not your enemy, but if you aren't careful, then that red rose could be blown away. I want Syaoran to stay in your life forever, and if you let that blue rose entwine itself around you, then things could get nasty. Stay loyal to Syaoran.
Love, Nakuru
Tears rolled down Sakura's cheeks.
"Nakuru…" She whimpered. There were taps on the other side of the door, and Eriol came in.
"You said something about Nakuru?" He asked. His deep blue eyes seemed to read her mind. Sakura swallowed a sob, and held up Nakuru's letter.
"R-Rika gave me this." She whispered. Eriol glanced at the letter.
"It's just a dream." He said after a minute. Sakura shook her head.
"I had this very dream, except without the blue rose! The red rose gets hurt, and its blood spatters all over the white rose!" She wailed. Eriol sat down on the bed next to her.
"Did you ever tell Nakuru about these visions?"
"No. At least, not about the roses."
"…I wonder who the blue rose is." He broke a silence. Sakura shrugged.
"I don't really want to know." She said, looking out the window at the fiery sunset. Eriol took the letter in one hand, lifted his glasses with the other, and peered at the handwriting.
"This isn't Nakuru's handwriting."
~*~
Hee hee, a cliffyhanger!